“Please-” she moans, her hips lifting from the nest.
Now it is her face that I watch. She has turned it into the feathers of my nest as if she cannot look at me. I gently slap my heavy cock against her pleasure to get her attention on me again. It works. Her face is one of shock and desire. “Please, what?” I ask.
My Bea wets her lips, her eyes darting from my face to where I am rubbing myself on her slowly again.
She does not answer me - only watches with pretty eyes that become heavy-lidded.
Gliding against her feels so, so good. I know I could erupt with seed and coat her belly and cunt. But I want for my Bea to soar to her pleasure before I even think of taking my own. I experiment, keeping an eye on her expression, and listening for those breathy little noises she makes when things are good for her.
When I carefully notch my cockhead at her entrance, Bea’s breath hitches and her hips rise again.
“You cannot mean that,” I ask her, panting, sweat dotting my brow. “Bea-”
“Just a little bit,” she pleads. “I just want to feel you. Just… just the tip of you, Zyn.”
I groan at the sight of her, the thought of her taking even just my eager cockhead. If I start to spill I will have to-
It is too late. My body has taken over where my mind is murmuring caution. Slowly, I push forward. There is a little resistance due to my size, but I find I am so gone for this female that I resort to spitting on my own cockhead to ease my entry.
Gently, I push forward and then retreat, repeating the motion until the bunched brow on Bea’s expression smooths and she tips her head back with a pleased sigh.
My cockhead has disappeared inside my female. She is taking me.
Someof me at least.
And it feels like falling through a sky I never knew existed. It feels like every part of my body is alight with fire and soothed with waters at the same time. It feels like she is the center of everything that is.
“Bea-” I breathe, my eyes screwed shut as my wings shudder around me.
“I know,” she whispers. “Keep moving.”
When I open my eyes again, I find that Bea has snaked a hand down her body to rub little circles into that pleasure part of hers, just above where she is taking my cockhead.
I do as I am commanded, moving my hips in small thrusts as my one good eye feasts on everything it possibly can - her pretty face scrunched up in concentration and bliss, her soft breasts rising with her panted breaths, or the sight between her splayed thighs, where her cunt wets my cock with each small thrust.
“Zyntarr,” she moans. “Zyntarr, I’m-I’m…”
It’s then that my female makes a squeal that I want to hear every day of my life. I feel her cunt squeeze the tip of my cock and I somehow have enough sense left over to pull myself from her welcoming body so I can jerk and grunt as I decorate my little Bea with my seed.
We stay like that for a moment or two, trying to catch our breaths while our soaring pleasures drift gently back down to the here and now.
“I will…” my words are still ragged and breathless, my heart racing as if I have just flown to the edges of Trixikka lands and back again. “I will get more of that leaf,” I tell her, reaching for my loincloth to clean my female. “Much,muchmore.”
Bea just giggles, and it is the lightest, most precious sound.
Chapter 18 - Bea
“How can we help?” I ask, placing a hand over Tyll’s small shoulder. The little boy looks up at me with a big smile. Everyone is rushing around preparing for the feast in a day’s time - the feast that all of Zarriko’s tribe is invited to. And, since that seems to mean that the young Trixikka’s lessons are postponed in favor of prepping for the event, all of Tyll’s peers have opted to go goof around.
Not Tyll, though. He’d sought me out and asked to spend the day with me - an act that kind of made me want to scoop his little body up in a big hug.
“You?” the elder whom I’d asked says, blinking at us both like the thought of us doing anything productive to help out is a preposterous one. “Unless you can pluck baskets of tyk-tyk fruit from the skies, I have nothing for you to do,” he chuckles to himself, moving jars and bowls around in one of the tribe’s food stores.
“Well… where do we find the tyk-tyk fruit?” I ask.
“Deep in the jungles,” he replies, not looking at either of us as he counts out strips of dried meats. “It is the best fruit for the juice at its center. Very sweet. But they do not grow plentifully, and they are not the easiest to find. Our High Spear would love to offer Zarriko foods such as this but,” he shakes his head, “I do not see why we should share such a bounty.” He looks up at us then, before glancing around and leaning in with a smileto tell us, “I have one in my possession but am saving it for a better occasion. I will share it with the both of you if you wish,” he smiles at both Tyll and I. “It will do better in the bellies of us three than trying to feed all those males coming here to drain our stores.”
“Here you are,” I hear the smooth rumbling voice of a very large someone behind me. Next, I feel the soft tuft of his tail playfully brush up the back of my calf. Zyntarr’s been doing little things like that when we’re in public. Small touches, looks loaded heavy with suggestion. No one seems to notice - or if they do, no one says anything. They know I sleep in his hut, so they must be putting two and two together, it’s just… if he had those heart-stars, there would be celebrations all around. This state of limbo we’re in right now is just kind of ignored because neither me, Zyntarr, nor his heart-stars have declared us as mates.
